The Winter's Tale By William Shakespeare Act III: Scene 1

ACT III. SCENE 1. Sicilia. A Street in some Town.

[Enter CLEOMENES and DION.]

CLEOMENES.
The climate's delicate; the air most sweet;
Fertile the isle; the temple much surpassing
The common praise it bears.

DION.
I shall report,
For most it caught me, the celestial habits, —
Methinks I so should term them, — and the reverence
Of the grave wearers. O, the sacrifice!
How ceremonious, solemn, and unearthly,
It was i' the offering!

CLEOMENES.
But of all, the burst
And the ear-deaf'ning voice o' the oracle,
Kin to Jove's thunder, so surprised my sense
That I was nothing.

DION.
If the event o' the journey
Prove as successful to the queen, — O, be't so! —
As it hath been to us rare, pleasant, speedy,
The time is worth the use on't.

CLEOMENES.
Great Apollo
Turn all to th' best! These proclamations,
So forcing faults upon Hermione,
I little like.

DION.
The violent carriage of it
Will clear or end the business: when the oracle, —
Thus by Apollo's great divine seal'd up, —
Shall the contents discover, something rare
Even then will rush to knowledge. — Go, — fresh horses; —
And gracious be the issue!

[Exeunt.]

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